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Don't cry for me
As he lay their I remember all the times we had together and then all of a sudden it was "Please don't cry when I'm gone." I thought I could stay strong so I hid my tears until finally the sadness sword had cut through my sheild and I could stay strong no longer. I realized that he'd no longer their to make anyone and everyone feel special or show love. He said don't cry but for his family, we disobeyed. Not because we wanted to but because we tried so hard but in the end failed. seventy years gone in an instant and there's nothing a human like me can do about it but mourn and wish I had spent more time and love just to see him alive one last time. As I sit in the pew at the church I reminisce in the good and hate myself for any bad I may have caused to a man that fought for more years than I have lived. My crying was a mixed dring of seeing his body left behind and the rest of my family crying as well with a straw of memories that could last decades. I pray to see you in a matter of seconds, minutes, hours, days, just to see or here or feel you. I miss you
